Certainly didn’t pick up a long black leather jacket on account of Matrix, and my sole Stetsoneque hat’s not a homage to either Indiana Jones or any western heroes, and I was already too grunge-y to be affected by the likes of Singles or Reality Bites back in mid-nineties.

Partially this might be on account of mild clothes-blindness, I just don’t tend to pay that much attention to them.

The greatest recent example is the Scorpion jacket from Drive. Utterly cool, but also totally unwearable in public.